tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89164824933218496012024-03-06T02:06:35.577-07:00Nice to see StevieBNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.comBlogger1393125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-74637577523763022292023-05-31T18:09:00.006-06:002023-05-31T18:09:53.292-06:00Rim-Shot and Trixie MotelHow can it be June already? Riveting journalism this is for a blog post; but, really? June? There were several goals, and deadlines that had to be met when I stepped into 2023 possibly move to a better place, closer to the park, go on the epic vacation that was planned in 2022, and finally, break down and buy a rim chair. Here we are marking the sixth month, halfway through Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-78073119967393589592023-03-23T17:15:00.000-06:002023-03-23T17:15:22.458-06:00Structure I am finding more and more that my life has distinct stages, or eras to be more precise. These stages can easily be demonstrated by Structure. I mean, yes, the structure of my life, but I mean Structure the early 90’s men's clothing store. It was a mall staple and would of been found by the massive Corinthian, or sometimes Doric columns marking the entryway. Also, by the smell of cheapNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-89710086833084916172022-12-13T11:32:00.006-07:002022-12-13T11:32:51.495-07:00Panic at the Salad BarOne of my first jobs out of high school was at a trendy salad
bar restaurant, named Healthy Habits. They were all the rage back then, as the
Earth had just cooled and salad was plentiful in the Paleozoic era. I worked
with a small group of other homosexuals, as one does right of high school. We
would joke and tease, but mostly talk about the cute boys coming in to eat at
the salad bar. For a timeNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-57356580756953345122022-11-29T10:44:00.000-07:002022-11-29T10:44:13.552-07:00Snowy MorningThis morning I sipped coffee at the patio door watching the morning snow. Our neighbor across the street (we call "The Gays") came out of his bungalow and began the legally required morning task of clearing the sidewalks of snow. A Hugo Boss peacoat, unbuttoned without a shirt, loudly printed plaid pants, a headband to cover the recent hair transplant procedure, and hightop sneakers were requiredNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-28093213385053633432022-11-23T08:00:00.002-07:002022-11-23T08:00:00.226-07:00Deep in VogueEarlier in the year I headed back to 24Fitness as my primary
gym. By this I mean I started going only to 24 verses Planet Fitness. This was prompted
by many reasons. The largest was an entitled
20-something woman who saw I was racking up weight on bar but still dropped her
designer bag down and declared she “needed” the machine. At this point I
decided I “needed” to not workout in a gym Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-45675372978816655872022-11-19T08:00:00.006-07:002022-11-19T08:48:09.132-07:00CarsI am honestly amazed that my car is over four years old. I
just seems like I bought it. On Saturday we went for Pho and as we left he
restaurant and attempted to start my car I only heard that ominous CLICK_CLICK_CLICK
sound. Dead batter? Really, it’s still new…. Oh, well I guess not really. I was
tempted to actually and finally press the button in my headliner with the
wretch icon and ask for VWNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-18436183902190014872022-11-16T08:57:00.001-07:002022-11-16T08:57:00.219-07:00Adolf and RudolfWhen I first met Patrick, BFF for life, I mentioned that I
has a tennis shoe fetish. This was not a literal sneaker fetish. I have a
laundry list of those fetishes, but shoes is not on that list. It was more a figurative,
almost spiritual need to have cool sneakers. In my last move a lowered my
inventory from fifty (literally) to about ten pairs (figuratively speaking.) I also
had shifted my PumaNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-85171041501082589342022-11-13T10:57:00.000-07:002022-11-13T10:57:00.216-07:00Cialis and SteveOkay, I have turned on comments again after almost two years. Let's see if the bots have forgotten me. There is nothing worse than fifty comments about my pressing requirement of Cialis. Comments on this blog and the comment section in general remind me of a spouse of a former friend who honestly believed his comments were completely anonymous. He then spent valuable and limited time in thisNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-30094490388948921502022-11-12T09:16:00.000-07:002022-11-12T09:16:04.707-07:00Watermelon So I just attempted to explain who the comedian, Gallagher was to my boyfriend. “See… back in the 70’s he was a popular comedian. His deal was that he would smash watermelons with massive hammers. If you sat in the first couple of rows, you get covered in watermelon bits…. He was famous For this.” Uh. Okay.” The boyfriend turned back to his book. “He was really famous.” I added. “He Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-85779932441403545172022-11-11T10:29:00.000-07:002022-11-11T10:29:28.233-07:00Fifteen Years of StevieBWow. It’s
been 254 years since starting this blog. Today, marks my blog anniversary; or,
blogiversary. Well I guess it’s only been Fifteen years, a nice number I never
dreamed I would achieve. A ton of changes have happened to my world since November
11, 2007. Even the changes I blogged about have then changed. “Long-term”
relationships have come and gone. Friends have come and gone to be Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-2326637207810739152022-02-14T18:33:00.004-07:002022-02-14T18:33:48.074-07:00Yesssss God Boots the House Down, Mmmmmkay I have the Spring vacation all planned. I actually did it right before Christmas to surprise Le Boyfriend as one of his Christmas presents. Dragcon 2022 in May. The premier RuPaul’s Dragrace annual convention. A full dragqueen gathering event. I am so super excited to go to L.A. for our trip, finally after two years of hunkering down for the pandemic. I haven't air-traveled since the pando Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-5265834123451596042022-01-24T19:44:00.008-07:002022-01-24T19:44:58.665-07:00Ravenclaw / ISTJI once interviewed for a Human Resources position with an agency dealing with state employment counseling. The director interviewing me was very much a cut-and-dry HR consultant which I quickly picked up how much of the corporate Kool-Aid they had consumed. There were several hints and statements on the accomplishment of me being a Myers-Briggs, (MBTI) Certified partitioner. It was Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-81972424126258805502022-01-23T10:32:00.004-07:002022-01-23T10:32:55.938-07:00To Build a Park - the Central 70 ProjectI have become a little too attached to strange men. Well, construction workers. Well, highwaymen. highway-persons. I don’t know their pronouns, we’ve never met.In the center of Denver Colorado, during the early 1960s, The state of Colorado decided to split a deeply rooted multicultural neighborhood right down the middle. This was done for two reasons. The area is getting too uppity in asking for Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-31203007020434684772022-01-10T06:00:00.002-07:002022-01-11T17:58:24.674-07:002022 NerdventureSo what was my New Year's Resolution(s)? Since 2007 it seems that I list out my resolutions for the new year. I don’t necessarily believe it’s healthy to only have plans to better oneself at the first of January, but an ongoing plan to grow into a better human should be our natural state. But hey, sure dedicate to a better plan at the first of the year. Who am I to judge?My major resolve isNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-21549047915211403502022-01-07T20:31:00.002-07:002022-01-07T20:31:53.736-07:00Gymuary.... AgainAh, it's Gymuary again. The seasons just fly by until this time of year when suddenly the gym parking lot is filled with cars and the aimless individual's, in their new $200 control-top Jeggings wander down the middle of the parking lanes attempting to control the new Fitbit heartrate monitors. Inside is more of the same. A line has formed to check in behind a twenty-seven year old who feels the Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-79547092459046310772022-01-03T08:00:00.001-07:002022-01-03T08:00:00.208-07:00Our Future (repost) It is strange how time works for and against you... I was flipping through the channels on New Years Eve, A glimpse of Times Square flashed by, and a long-ago dusty memory came to the surface. How does a person whom you spent a lifetime with, get dropped into the bottom drawer of your memory bank? This blog post if from September 2010 about a New Years Eve in 1997.....OUR FUTURENew Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-59836726396387351652022-01-02T11:04:00.004-07:002022-01-02T11:04:59.410-07:00The New Year Wow. 2022; Am I right? What shall unfold as our collective path materializes forward in front of us? As it seems that the collective narrative of 2020 was literally just the worst thing ever; A dumpster fire of a year. Then 2021 showing itself to being the less threatening younger bother who still kick our shins when we thought we were free from reach. And yet 2022 shows its hope and Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-32928695709539994622020-07-30T16:03:00.001-06:002020-07-30T16:03:34.859-06:00Real ClassIt's that time of year again... Later in summer when I start thinking about school again. The last couple of days in July I always stop and think about my summer plans and desires and take stock in the "quality" of summer I am having. Like there is a grade for a great, good, or sustainable summer. This year; however, is very different. Last Saturday, the boyfriend and I got up early to Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-22159506105104018692020-07-13T20:05:00.001-06:002020-07-13T20:05:40.697-06:00Home Automation As you may know, I am obsessed with home automation. When I first moved out on my own, I remember saving up to by radio-controlled battery operated light switches. I remember being amazed how I could turn lamps on from the other room. I could not imagine how someday I would have a robotic vacuum I would consider a pet, and voice activated... everything. Surely the dreams of the Jetsons. ButNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-52635082179125210152020-07-08T17:47:00.001-06:002020-07-08T17:47:23.624-06:00Who Runs the Federal Reserve We decided on a plan. We knew that our usual way of adventuring would not work, so we needed something else. Another way to spend the holiday. Since the lockdown was easing, we were aware that everyone in Denver would want to head up to the mountains and hike for the Independence Day weekend. As this is our modus operandi, and we are very much aware that the pandemic is not over, no matter Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-8050464601961424802020-07-01T17:04:00.010-06:002020-07-01T17:08:52.998-06:00The Glamor of Air Travel I have Southwest airline miles in my account and they are burning a hole in my pocket. Not Literally of course, but damn it! I want to go on an airplane somewhere. I check in on my Southwest airline credit card frequently, and watch as the flight miles mock me. They know I can't fly right now, so they tease me and my grounded status. Yes, I know it is possible to fly domestically right now, Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-34783206948401469382020-06-20T15:05:00.004-06:002020-06-20T15:05:54.179-06:00Livingroom Bird
I learned a valuable lesson today. The lesson being to close your fireplace flu after the cold season is over. I had, until today never thought of closing my fireplace flu after the cold season as closing the soot covered metal trap door seemed like an act just to keep the warm air in; and since the ambient temperature did not call for it, I just simply left it open. Until today when I was givenNice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-37913455350877806592020-06-16T17:12:00.001-06:002020-06-16T17:12:33.565-06:00New Gym What I thought would happen has happened. The chain that is 24hour Fitness entered bankruptcy protection. This means they are not re-opening my favorite location. They did; however, open the large central located facility, which happens to be the one I hate. I could go to that location and return to my workouts. The reason why that location is so bad is because its filled with douchebags Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-70500804427147018222020-06-10T17:18:00.000-06:002020-06-10T17:18:49.683-06:00Gym Time
My gym opened today. Not my real gym; there are no signs of life there. No-sir-ye-Bob. The 24Hour gym's website still only lists Texas gyms being re-opened. And based upon that states upward trend in COVID infections I have no doubt that 24Hour fitness is having one hell of a time keeping those Texans gym rats out of the gym or at least six feet apart. With their tank tops all hot and steamy Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8916482493321849601.post-90972976050365925612020-06-05T20:31:00.000-06:002020-06-05T20:31:36.636-06:00And So It Goes...
In the last couple of days, I have been reformatting my blog layout and all the links. I had to delete my "Pictures of StevieB" because the link was broken, and honestly I have no idea where it was even linked. The list entitled "Stuff StevieB Reads" Mostly consisted of blogs that went dark at the end of Obama's first term. The blogs listed for the most part had not posted anything in four or Nice to see StevieBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432023954731407577noreply@blogger.com0